Celebrity autobiographies are filled to the brim with self-righteous tales of smug oneupmanship. So, forget you had any shame, grab a coffee and a croissant, and tell us your smug tales of when you got one over somebody.

So, back in the day...
I was the poor pikey on a scholarship to the posh nob's school.There entirely because I was, as the rugby lads would have it, "a fucking reader", and thus the target of some pretty unpleasant bullying. Hospital visits were not uncommon,

Since they were excused most of the hard subjects* owing to an average intellectual capacity that would put a nematode to shame the rugby lads had to pass the endless hours of the school day somehow.Many of them took to smoking, smoking a lot, smoking 60 a day at age 13 and continuing to do so in later life.

Curiously enough I appear to have written of this before, in the Bullies section of these esteemed pages.

These days things have changed a little, the old (WW1) millitary men have been retired and the sight of a black pupil on school grounds doesn't cause the more conservative members of maths department to call the police. (with hilarious results)
(DukeEuphoriaComes highly reccomended, Tue 8 Feb 2011, 11:04,
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